Rise, Sons of William |
Rise, Sons of William, rise, 'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies; Why close your slumbering eyes While treason stalks around? Hark! I hear accents clear, Bursting on my ravished ear; To arms away!" Methinks they say, While drums and trumpets sound. Chorus: Rise, sons of William, rise, 'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies; Why close your slumbering eyes While treason stalks around!
2. See! From his crimson bed. |
3. Strike, Erin, strike the lyre, Catch,Oh! Catch the gen'rous fire; 'Tis a william's deed inspire; Oh! Sweep the trembling strings, Hark! A shout! No rabble rout; The Orange boys are rushing out; Fermanagh cheers, Old Derry hears, And echoes back to Boyne. Chorus:
4. Hail! Nassau's mighty shade, |